At the sound of the car pulling into the drive, she ran quickly to the window, desperately trying to read his mood from her vantage point.
By the time the rickety porch door slammed shut she was already at the fridge, reaching for the ice cold beer she knew he craved.
Turning to the man she still loved, she forced her nervousness from her face, although it still showed in her wide eyes.
"All the jobs you gave me this morning are done, your dinner is in the oven and I've asked Jane to come over and collect me".
She reached for the bag she had hidden, her shoulders slumped until now, straightened as if pulled by an invisible string and she walked resolutely out to the street.
In a bid to develop my writing skills, I am taking part for the first time in Lillie McFerrin's weekly "Five Sentence Fiction" Link up. This week's prompt is "LEARNING"
Please pop over to her site to read the other great submissions